[Verse 2: Key Glock]
Hello? b*tch, where you at? Huh (Where you at, b*tch?)
I need, I need, I need some of that (The top, b*tch)
And I'm tryna hit it from the back (From the back, b*tch)
Hit it, hit it, hit it like I can't (No more, b*tch)
Money calling, who is that? (Hold up, I got racks)
Uh, racks on my line and in my pants (Goddamn)
Uh, now I gotta get more rubber bands (Get more rubber bands, damn)
f*ck this sh*t in my fitted, word to Cam (Get to f*ckin')
Because...